Rounds**

 So. Looks like this year’s party platter will include vicodin and soma, which they say is a step up from last year’s vicodin and flexeril. We’ll see. Maybe. If I end up taking any.

It’s quite odd though. The timing. Made the call exactly one year after the first surgery. And now here I am, in the same position (that is to say, not literally, as I can only seem to stay in one position for a few minutes at a time before having to shift away from the pain). And, once again, no clue as to what the cause could possibly be, other than really bad genes.

But we go through the motions again, anyhow. One doc today. Xray tomorrow. Surgeon after that. Probably another MRI. And then it’s a wait and see. Life is full of surprises, that way.

Anyhow. I’ve been absent the past week. Now you know why. It’s probably best I stay away. This shit makes me super irritable and not at all fun. And that sucks, cuz I’m like… the most funerist person ever. 

** Not so ninja edit.

And we have medicated liftoff in three… two… one…

Thank you and goodnight.